Bahan ne bag se tel nikala or mujhe apni baniyan uttar kar ulta latne ko kaha to maine baniyan uttari or let gaya.ab bahan ne meri pith par tel dala o... massage karne lagi to mujhe bahoot accha lag raha tha uske chote or Naram hath mere pith par or kandho par tel laga rahe the mere sharia me ab uttejna bhar rahi thi or mai madhosh hone laga tha thori der baad bahan boli bhaiya aap sidhe let jao mai aap ke baalo me tel laga deti hu to mai sidha ho gaya ab vo mere balo me tel laga kar sahlane lagi. Opening it for Rachel she entered and I followed rather sheepishly not knowing what to expect.My gaze was diverted from Rachel's swaying short check skirt with her ass working side to side under it as I was taken in at the sight of such a leg show as there inside at the bar standing were three other long legged beauties. They obviously knew Rachel as polite greetings and curious glances cast at me passed between them. "Mmmm doesn't look as if they are here yet" she said casting quick looks. I asked if I could remove her bra. She nodded yes and arched her back so I could undo the clasp. Her tits were beautiful, nipples were rock hard and sticking straight out. Her skin was so soft. I massaged one in each hand. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples and she moaned with enjoyment.She then asked to see my cock. "Yes," I said, "but let's lock the door and go upstairs."She agreed. After locking the doors we proceeded upstairs to my aunt's bedroom. Once there, not bothering with the. "Oh please god almighty in heaven let it rain! Please let it rain!" It was a desperate hope, as most hopes are, but hope (and prayer) were all that Billy had left. The pain in his wrists and ankles had spread until his whole body throbbed with an unendurable agony refreshed with each and every heartbeat. He hardly had the strength to lift himself up on his blood-soaked toes to draw air. He mumbled incoherently. Sometimes out loud--if he had any breath--but mostly inside his own mind. He heard.